// go get your gun, get your gun //
Snarling as he lands and sees the fire and smoke do absolutely nothing and the tigress not approaching further, Astaroth’s ears pin back with his teeth bared, tail curled around his leg as his body curves in a tension wrought about like a wounded animal, distrusting and hurt. A warding off growl ricochet from his throat, echoing off the hollowed trees and the boulder he’s tried to hide in earlier.
And still the molten tiger won’t just leave him be. Panic sets in further, frenzied orange eyes darting from one exit point, back to the tiger, back to another exit point, and he sinks low in his anger and upset, nostrils flared and breaths panting smoke enough to fill the air between them, and with the still lingering cold of Deepfrost it sinks low and heavy around his paws.
A split second decision made from the predator’s mind has him launching at Maea, jaws parted and teeth aimed to strike at where her shoulder meets her neck.
And still the molten tiger won’t just leave him be. Panic sets in further, frenzied orange eyes darting from one exit point, back to the tiger, back to another exit point, and he sinks low in his anger and upset, nostrils flared and breaths panting smoke enough to fill the air between them, and with the still lingering cold of Deepfrost it sinks low and heavy around his paws.
A split second decision made from the predator’s mind has him launching at Maea, jaws parted and teeth aimed to strike at where her shoulder meets her neck.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
